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From: gplois@wincom.net (George Lois)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: "ME, A SHOWOFF?', Script (mf, exib, mast)
Date: Sun, 18 Feb 1996 19:35:17 GMT
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If you are offended by graphic scenes of exibitionnism and
masturbation, or are under legal age, exercise your right to delete.
ME, A SHOWOFF?
By George Lois
INT. CARLA'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT
Carla and her husband Cary are sitting entwined on their
living room couch. He is massaging her bare breasts. She
looks at him intently.
CARLA
I have to tell you something that's
been bothering me for the last couple
years. No, no, listen to me, Cary,
'cause I really have to tell you.
We've sworm to be totally honest with
each other, right? So there it is.
(pregnant pause)
Lately, I've had the weirdest urges
to expose myself to complete strangers.
You heard me right. And I don't know
where those urges coming from. Honest,
Cary. I haven't had them since I was,
like, 13. But they're back now, that's
for sure, and with a vengeance: they
seem to be getting stronger all the
time. And I really don't want this
to get in the way of our marriage.
(beat)
What are we gonna do?
CARY
(concerned)
What do you mean, exposing yourself?
In public? Undressing... nude... in
public?
CARLA
Yep. In public. My private parts.
That... and even worse.
CARY
Worse? What're you talkin' about?
CARLA
Now, you can't get mad. You promised.
CARY
Okay. Okay. I won't.
(sighs)
What'd you do now?
CARLA
Well, the other day as I was driving
on the open road...
INT. WOODS -- MORNING FLASHBACK 1
Parking her car by the dirt road, Carla slips into the nearby
woods and squats near a tree. Across a brook, a hunter-type,
working the fields, sees her and hides behind a bush.
CARLA (V.O.)
...I just had this sudden urge to
pee. I couldn't wait a second longer.
I stopped by the side of the road. As
I pulled my skirt back up, I noticed
this dude. His eyes were so shiny...
He soon disappeared but I knew he was
still looking. I was suddenly overcome
by this irresistible impulse to want
him to get an eyeful... I was, like,
so turned on by that thought I couldn't
resist showing off for him.
Pretending to ignore the man, Carla comes out from behind
the tree and approaches the water. Lifting her skirt, she
starts to throw handfulls of water on her pussy so as to
clean it.
She then takes her halter top off and, it being a sweltering
day, pours water on her breasts also. Opening her purse,
she pulls out a Jergen's lotion container and squirts, like
gobs of sperm, jets of white liquid on her chest, which she
then massages slowly. After a minute, she stretches her
arms out lazily and lies on her back on the riverbank.
Pulling up her skirt provocatively, she spreads her legs
widely, shooting more lotion on her cunt, which she ends up
rubbing more and more extatically ...until her loud climax
with her head tilted back and leaves sticking in her hair.
CARLA (CONT'D)
Just the fact that I knew he was
looking at me excited me
tremendously... Boy, was I turned on!
CARY
He could've raped you!
CARLA
Not really. Besides, a little danger
is part of the thrill of it all! So
I just rushed back home to you and I
had the most tremendous orgasm...
and you didn't even know about it.
Flabbergasted, Cary listens.
INT. LIVING ROOM -- DAY FLASHBACK 2
Attired in stripper scanty clothing, Carla smokes a cigarette
on her couch. A video camera watches her from atop her
nearby
computer.
CARLA (V.O.)
And there was this other time... when
I decided to try on this
videoconferencing program on the
Internet. I advertised my site number
a little in advance on IRC and when a
few dozens people logged on, I was
ready to give them a little show of
my own.
Looking intently at the camera, Carla, dark glasses on, takes
out a penis-shaped dildo from her purse and starts licking
it. She spreads her legs.
CARLA (CONT'D)
(to camera)
You like that, uh? I know you do. I
know you like naughty girls, don't
you? It excites me sooo to be naughty
for you. Oooooh! I hope you're
stroking your big cock! Yeeaaah!
Getting down on her knees, she tosses her underwear aside
and spreads out the cheeks of her bare ass for the camera.
She then slides a huge dildo in and out of her cunt.
CARLA (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Boy, I was getting so moist from trying
those kinky clothes I bought for the
occasion! That was so exciting... I
had to finish what I'd started!
Carla smells the panties she just took off herself.
CARLA (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Too bad you weren't there that day...
I was so horny.
Finally, Carla comes to a massive climax,pussy juices
dripping down her legs..
BACK TO SCENE
Carla looks apprehensively at her husband, who's shaking his
head.
CARY
Why the hell did you do that for?
Even if you had glasses on, you
could've been recognized. People can
finger you.
CARLA
(enigmatic smile)
I had lots of dirty email that week.
That was kinda fun too
Then, she looks down and notices her husband's huge erection.
Her smile widens into a smirk. She takes his cock out, which
she starts rubbing slowly.
CARLA (CONT'D)
Do you think I have a problem, Cary? You
know, sometimes I feel guilty about
this whole thing. Maybe I should be
a stripper instead of doing it
everywhere like this... for free. At
least, I'd get paid for it and it
would be legal. What d'you think?
CARY
I think you oughta have your head
examined.
CARLA
You do, uh? You wanna know something?
I think you like what I just told
you.
CARY
I like what you're doing now... is
all!
CARLA
Don't mean that, idiot!
CARY
(hoarse)
I know this sex therapist husband of
a co-worker. Maybe you oughta, like,
check out with him?
CARLA
Maybe WE oughta... know what I mean?
Hungrily, she swallows his cock into her mouth. He GASPS.
They end up mating passionately. When they finish, her face
extatic:
CARLA (CONT'D)
God, I never came like this... and,
by the sound of it, neither have you...
how come?
He remains silent.
EXT. THERAPIST'S OFFICE -- DAY
Eilleen, in an attempt at persuading her therapist husband
to make love, pushes him onto the patient's couch and manages
to pull his cock out.
EILEEN
Come on.
THERAPIST
You nympho, you! I have an appointment
with this Carla. She's a new patient.
EILEEN
So? It's only in a half-hour. We
have time for a quickie.
THERAPIST
She could be early.
(sighs)
You and your quickies.
She starts hungrily to suck on his cock. He GROANS. After
a while, she climbs on the couch and lets him fuck her from
behind.
Just as they climax, the doorbell RINGS. He pulls out of
her.
THERAPIST (CONT'D)
I told you I had an appointment!
They start dressing hurriedly. Eileen slips through the
back door.
EILEEN
(grins)
See ya later, alligator. I got some
shopping to do.
INT. THERAPIST OFFICE -- DAY
Carla saunters in the office. After being waved in by the
therapist, JOHNNY, she sits in the chair facing the desk and
crosses her legs.
THERAPIST
I heard about you, Carla. What can I
do for you?
CARLA
Doctor--
CARY
You can call me Johnny.
CARLA
Johnny, well, I don't know how to
begin. I'm not sure you can help me
with this, but like my husband told
you over the phone, I think I'be become
an, uh, exhibitionist... and that's
putting kind of a strain on our
marriage.
Carla crosses her legs the other way and pulls her skirt
back up almost shyly.
JOHNNY
Mmmmm... I see. Are you sure this
thing is the real problem or could it
be something else?
CARLA
What'd you mean, doc-- I mean, Johnny?
JOHNNY
Well, you don't have any attachment
to those men you expose yourself to
on the Internet, do you? You don't
sleep with them, right? For some
beautiful woman like you, it's only
natural to want to show what nature
gave them. This ain't against the
law as long as there are consenting
adults involved. And I don't see
anybody complaining, right?
CARLA
But Cary said--
JOHNNY
Your husband is insecure. I suspect
he gets a kick out of it, just like
any other red-blooded male. Only he
doesn't want to admit it because
he's mostly concerned about loosing
you to another man. And you're not
about to do that, are you?
CARLA
No, but--
JOHNNY
You can be a stripper for all I care
and that would be allright.
CARLA
Doc-- I mean Johnny, my case is worse
than you think. Can I be brutally
honest with you?
JOHNNY
You sure can.
CARLA
Just talking about those things with
you like this gets me horny...
so much that now I even have a urge
to show off my body for you. The
fact that you're a doctor even adds a
little spice to it.
JOHNNY
That would be a little unprofession--
Getting up, Carla has already started to undress and cavorts
lasciviously around the office.
CARLA
Know what I'm thinking right now?
I'm fantasizing about your cock while
I lay on the couch here and masturbate
for you. I'd like to suck on it--
JOHNNY
(now sweating)
Everybody has fantasies. Nothing
wrong with that as long as they remain
fantasies, but--
Carla lays on the couch, lifts her skirt and spreads her
legs. She wears no panties.
CARLA
Don't worry, doc-- I mean, Johnny.
Unknoting his tie, Johnny stands up from behind his desk and
approaches the couch. He grabs her arm in a feeble attempt
to hoist her up, but she unzips his trousers instead and
starts
stroking his erect cock directly over her face.
CARLA (CONT'D)
See what I'm up to? Don't you like
me rubbing your dick like this?
He GROANS in pleasure. She engulfs his member into her mouth
as she continues to play with herself.
After they both come, they get dressed in heavy silence.
Clearing his throat uneasily, he leans back behing his desk
as she gets ready to leave.
JOHNNY
That was good, but what happened?
CARLA
Well, technically, we didn't make
love. I just got carried away. Sorry.
JOHNNY
Don't blame yourself. It takes two
to tango.
Nearing the door, Carla turns to him.
CARLA
Gotta go now. Just this one last
question, though: you mentionned
stripping and the truth is, I've been
thinking seriously about it... but
Cary objects to it. Can you talk to
him, Johnny?
JOHNNY
Sure. Bring him over next time.
INT. THERAPIST OFFICE -- NIGHT
Carla and her husband, Cary, stroll in the office for the
joint counseling session. As they sit down, the therapist
turns directly to Cary.
THERAPIST
I'm gonna go directly to the heart of
the matter: maybe it's better that
Carla releases her urges by dancing
naked for men than by keepin' it in.
If she doesn't, she would have to
release her anger and frustration on
you and that would be hazardous to
your relationship, wouldn't it? Maybe
it's not right to do it in front of
unsuspecting strangers, so I think
the solution would be to let her strip
in appropriate places. Stands to
reason, doesn't it?
CARLA
Not to mention the money. Yep, I
made all the arrangements. Maybe
I'll get tired of it after a while.
Maybe not. For now, it gets me hot
just to think about it. I been
practicin' my little dance number all
week in front of the mirror. Want me
to show you?
JOHNNY
(frowns)
Is that part of the therapy?
CARLA
Just put some music on, okay?
As he does so, Carla clims on the therapist's desk and starts
gyrating in a lascivious dance.
After throwing a piece of underwear on her therapist's head,
she slips her skirt back on... and walks out laughing on her
husband's arm.
George
gplois@wincom.net